[wren]

[ Kittens, queens, elders and inexperienced apprentices may join Coyotesnarl as he tries to lead all of the weak and young out of the clan. ]


Coyotesnarl emerged from his den in an instant. The chorus of mangy mutts singing and yipping as the excitement seemed to entice them. For a moment the tom couldn’t feel the fear deep in his chest- for now it wasn’t there. It was anger. StarClan had done this to them... this was his dream. This was real! Coyotesnarl wasn’t a medicine cat.. at least not in his head. Sure he would be but if he needed to fight he’d insert himself into any battle willingly.

Pelting out of the den as quickly as he could he headed for the nursery first and foremost. The throng of cats and mutt was already growing heavy and the scent of blood stung the nostrils but he couldn’t be stressed to focus on that now. He was nearly there when he felt a sharp stinging pain to his side being bowled off his feet and tossed at least a foxlength off his feet. Winded and quite stunned the medicine cat tried to roll up back onto his feet to no avail.. he couldn’t breath. The shortness of breath proved too difficult to get over before the drooling thing was standing over him gleaming eyes matching his own. Great.